White tea legend

"Since I have vouched for Wen Ming, I agree to share the merits and demerits with Wen Ming."

His Highness Chonghua knelt down and kowtowed solemnly to Tianjun.

With the guarantee of His Highness Chonghua, Tianjun gave Wen a command card. As long as he needed it to control the water, there were no resources in the six realms that he could not mobilize, and everything would be for his use.

Thus, young Wen Ming began his journey of water control in the world.

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When Wen Ming came to the world, he found that the world was not affected by floods. Instead, men farmed and women weaved, living in peace and contentment.

He felt a little strange and squatted down to observe the land.

The soil on the surface is only a palm thick, it is poor and coarse, and it is difficult to retain the nutrients and moisture between heaven and earth. In the scorching summer, the earth is unbearably hot. The cracked lines are crisscrossed like cracked patent leather, making people unable to help but sweat for this ancient land. When heavy rains hit, the water cannot penetrate deep into the ground and can only rush along these cracks, making the already precarious land even worse.

The fragile soil trembled in the violent storm, and it seemed that it might crack and explode at any time. Once the flood breaks out, those sparse villages and thin crops will be swept away by the flood in an instant.

Wen Ming stood up and looked at the world, his face full of worry. He knew that living in such a land, every rain was a battle of life and death.

At this moment, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and a heavy rain was about to start.

I saw dark clouds pressing overhead, and the sky became as dark as night. The strong wind carried sand and dust, and the trees swayed in the wind, as if foretelling the coming disaster. Soon, a gap opened in the sky, and heavy rain poured down like a waterfall, hitting Wen Ming's face painfully.

The rainwater quickly gathered into streams, and the gurgling stream turned into a rushing river in an instant. On the hillside, the rainwater has no place to vent, and it merges into streams, and the streams merge into rivers, and the river water turns into waves. Flash floods carry mud, rocks, broken branches and anything that can be swept away, rushing down from the mountains in a turbulent manner.

The villages in the mountains suddenly fell into tension and panic. The villagers rushed to their houses, carried their belongings, drove their livestock, and sought refuge as high as possible. Women were holding their children, and the old man was on crutches. Everyone was running in the rain, shouting at the top of their lungs to remind each other and help each other.

"Run! The flash flood is coming!" The sirens in the village came and went, rapid and sharp, piercing the rain curtain and shocking. This is the power of nature, ruthless and majestic, unstoppable.

Flash floods swallowed up everything like wild beasts, bridges were washed away, roads were submerged, and fields were destroyed.

Heavy rains caused flash floods, and rivers violently washed away their banks and overflowed. The village suffered from flooding and was in a mess. Just when people were almost desperate, there was a change in the sky. The dark clouds began to disperse, replaced by falling snowflakes.

At first, the snowflakes were just falling gently, like white petals falling from the sky. Soon, a blizzard came, and the whole land was covered with silver. This sudden change surprised everyone, but soon people realized that this blizzard might bring them a much-needed turnaround.

Snowflakes are falling bigger and bigger, covering flooded rivers, piling up on roofs, treetops, and even forming thick layers of ice. As the amount of snow increased, the speed of the flood gradually slowed down, the originally raging river began to freeze, and the water level slowly dropped. The blizzard blocked the river channel and stopped the flood from spreading.

Seeing this miracle, the villagers walked out of their homes one after another and stepped on the thick snow with joy. The children played in the snowball fights, and the old people looked up to the sky with emotion and thanked God for the gift. It was this sudden blizzard that gave them hope of rebuilding their homes.

But while the storm has stemmed flooding, people are facing new challenges. The world after snow is completely white, with traffic cut off, trees broken, and homes damaged. But the villagers were not intimidated by the difficulties. They united and helped each other, clearing the snow on the roads and repairing the damaged homes.

They knew there would be a brief respite after the storm, allowing them to plant crops and harvest food.

They will use this food to protect themselves from starvation when floods come again.

Sure enough, after the heavy snow blocked the flood, it quickly melted, and the land nourished by the snow gave the crops the necessary nutrients to grow.

People took the time to come to the fields to plant crops.

The race against time is to earn a chance to survive. Wen Ming also took advantage of this breathing space to seize the time to control the flood according to his ideas.

A group of demons flew towards Wen Ming. Taotie at the front was huge and powerful, covered with hard scales. He flapped his wings and flew high, and the sky seemed to tremble. His giant claws tore through the clouds casually, as if in play, and his tail drew an astonishing arc in the air.

Next is Ying Long, whose body is slender and full of power, and his whole body exudes a metallic luster. The coiled body nimbly shuttles through the clouds, like a golden lightning bolt. As its wings flapped, there seemed to be a deafening sound of wind and thunder. Yinglong's eyes sparkled with wisdom, and every move it made in the air seemed calm and elegant, demonstrating its extraordinary noble lineage.

Next came the nine-tailed fox demon. Her flying posture was light and graceful, dancing in the air like flowing clouds and ribbons, exuding a charming brilliance. Her eyes were as bright as gems, and wherever she flew, the air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

The three led a group of demons and came in force.

"According to the order of the cave master, I came to help Immortal Wen Ming control the flood." They said to the young man Wen Ming.

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The cave master is in a dream at the moment.

The woman in blue looked at her with compassion, and she also took off her red clothes and wore the white and green gradient clothes. She looked at the woman in blue with a clear and gentle smile.

Both of them were meditating.

They looked at each other speechlessly.

In the corner of the dream, the woman in red was curled up on the ground, slowly waking up. She raised her face, and the memories of her past and present lives flooded into her mind:
Her name is Xuan Qing, and everyone calls her Jiutian Xuannv. She was once a goddess of peace in Nuwa Palace. She lived with her good sisters Jiuyou Sunu day and night, enjoying a carefree life in the divine world. However, all changes stem from the deep love for Mu De Qingdi.

Mu De Qing Emperor, the god who is in charge of the growth of all things, brings a vibrant scene every time he appears. When Xuan Qing first met him, he was attracted by his gentle, loving and benevolent temperament. While practicing with him, she unknowingly developed a deep affection for him.

But the laws of the divine world are extremely strict, and love affairs between gods are regarded as a violation of divine purity. Therefore, when Xuan Qing's emotions were discovered, she was severely punished - she was permanently expelled from the Nuwa Palace, deprived of her status as the goddess of peace, demoted to the mortal world, and no longer protected by the gods.

Xuan Qing, who is living in the world, has lost her past aura and memory. She wanders alone in the world and has gone through a lot of hardships. In the tribulations of this world, her heart gradually hardened. Her originally gentle nature gradually changed amidst the wars and disputes in the world. She was no longer a goddess guarding peace, but turned into a force that controlled war. The heavenly book in her hand records the supreme magic between heaven and earth, and has become a weapon for her in the struggle for power in the world.

As time passed, people began to fear her and call her the "Female War Goddess", a mysterious existence that symbolized the coexistence of war and wisdom. Her name became a slogan shouted by soldiers on the battlefield, and her deeds were sung in every corner. And she seemed to have forgotten what she once looked like, immersed in her newly acquired power.

Even so, in those quiet nights, when the sunset on the horizon came into her eyes again, the memories deep in her heart would emerge like a tide.

She would think of the carefree world of gods, the good sisters who loved her, and the Mude Qingdi who made her heart beat.

After the fleeting memory passed, she put on the cold mask again and continued to become a bad woman who did evil in the world.

That's not how she should live!

This damn place, what the hell was this place, made her reflect on her own mistakes at every turn.

Xuan Qing looked around, everything seemed like a dream, both true and false.

"This is a dream I created."

A clear girl's voice sounded in Xuan Qing's ears.